A Really Bad, No Good, Seriously Terrible Run

Sunday

Bike Speedwork

This ride is a long warm-up, a series of very long intervals with rests in between, and then a cool down. Honestly, it’s my favorite of the three weekly bike workouts. It’s outside which is awesome because the trainer is uncomfortable and working that hard just to go literally nowhere blows. And the long bike is just…the long bike. It’s a constant effort for a looooooong time with nothing to break it up and halfway through I’m like “I’m going to grow old and die on this ride.” This ride is hard work, but the intervals make it go by faster.

I’m feeling extra good because my wake up work out streak is at 14 days!

Monday

Run – Intervals

This is always run/walk intervals. This week the runs intervals got longer and the walks intervals got shorter. No problem, I got this.

I did not have this. This run went absolutely horribly. Everything hurt, but I’m used to running in pain. The real problem was that I felt like I was trying to run in one direction while a particularly strong, heavy, obstinate Mastiff was trying to pull me in the other. I was winning the fight, but not by much. I was telling my body to go faster and my body was responding “fuck you lady.” I was also trying out the kind of long-sleeve sun protection shirt that I wear on the bike for the run. It was uncomfortable/chaffing and made me too hot which just piled on to the ugh.

This was just a bad run. It happens. In order to talk myself out of quitting I decided to think about what I could accomplish since speed was, apparently, not it. I decided on three things:

Form:
I might be slow, but I could work to be slow with perfect form.

Suffering:
This is certainly not the first or last time that I will be miserable, in pain, and going more slowly than I’d like. That’s basically the bumper sticker for my IRONMAN journey, so it’s good to practice that. And practice I did.

Not quitting:
To quote Aaron Sorkin who was (mis)quoting A Lion in Winter through Toby and President Bartlett:
‘You fool! As if it matters how a man falls down.’
‘When the fall’s all that’s left, it matters a great deal.”

In terms of the goals of this run, I was failing mightily. The only success was to keep failing until it was over.

Not the face of a happy camper, but the face of someone who finished her workout

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About danceswithfat

Hi, Iā€™m Ragen Chastain. Speaker, Writer, Dancer, Choreographer, Marathoner, Soon to be IRONMAN, Activist, Fat Person.
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1 Response to A Really Bad, No Good, Seriously Terrible Run

  1. zoeforman says:

    Stick with it šŸ˜€šŸ‘šŸ»

    Like

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